Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.
Francis Bacon
The Kombucha mushroom people,
Sitting around all day,
Who can believe you,
Who can believe you,
Let your mother pray, (sugar)
Well I'm not there all the time you know
You're on the outside
You're lookin' in
You're takin' pictures
Of what you've never been
So kill to kill
Uh, yeah, you can do it
I couldn't give a damn what you say to me
I don't really care what you think of me
'Cause either way you're gonna think what you believe
There's nothing you could say that would hurt me
My story is much too sad to be told
But practically everything leaves me totally cold
The only exception I know is the case
When I'm out on a quiet spree
Fighting vainly the old ennui
And I suddenly turn and see your fabulous face
Whoa
Let me explain the way your love has got me feeling
I'm willing to throw away and hang up all the pimpin'
I'm ready to let go of my heart
And give it all to you
For the rest of my life
Think I'm getting over him
The sap is risin' in the tree
The blood is runnin' in my heart
Brings desire back to me
I wonder who will the next fool be
This may be the last thing that I write for long
Can you hear me smiling when I sing this song, for you and only you
As I leave will you be someone to say good-bye
As I leave will you be someone to wipe your eye
My foot is out the door, and you can't stop me now
It's nature's way of telling you something's wrong
It's nature's way of telling you in a song
It's nature's way of receiving you
It's nature's way of retrieving you
It's nature's way of telling you something's wrong
It's nature's way of telling you through the {grave}
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord, don't they like to talk
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